This was about three o'clock in the afternoon.

We had set sail, and as the 'Stancomb Wills' could not keep up with the other two boats I took her in tow, not being anxious to repeat the experience of the day we left the reeling berg.
The 'Dudley Docker' went ahead, but came beating down towards us at dusk.

Worsley had been close to the berg, and he reported that it was unapproachable.

It was rolling in the swell and displaying an ugly ice- foot.

The news was bad.